Creating a Trap {Jafar}

Damian barely registered Morgana's words but he slowly nodded. "I should have...should have done that a long time ago." He said quietly, regret heavy in his voice as he admitted this. The way how she was holding him felt dimly familiar but he wasn't sure why that would be the case. All he could think about was sleep, and then he heard music. He must have drifted off because the next thing he knew he was in some plush room. It looked like the sort of place, nobles would have lived in...a place Morgana would have grown up in. Suddenly he heard the sounds of children laughing and he followed the sounds to a courtyard. One he immediately recognized as Morgana due to her features, and then...the boy next to her. It was him...but that was impossible. There was no way he could have known Morgana when he was a kid...that just wasn't possible. He froze when he saw two other figures approaching, they were both blonde and just looked like royalty. They were recognizable...Jafar had made sure that Damian had known who they were. Only...well they were smiling and had their arms around one another as they stared at the two children playing. "Damian, it's time for your nap son." The older Damian froze...the tone was so fatherly and caring that he was speechless. No...this couldn't be happening- with a gasp Damian sat up tears still in his eyes as he stared sightlessly at the ground. "Who am I? How...how do we know each other?" He demanded of Morgana...his voice thick with emotion.

Damian wasn't sure what to believe, but he could tell Morgana was telling the truth. "How can you tell that I'm your brother anyway? It's been years hasn't it?" He demanded, although it made sense considering that Jafar was his father. The more he thought about the more ridiculous his question sounded. "I'm not your Damian." He said roughly, and moved away from her. The whole thing sounded far too good to be true and even though he wanted to believe it he just couldn't. "You said so yourself when we first met...I'm not him." He said knowing that was a low blow of him to say. "You should go...you're free now..and I'd feel better if you did." He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a hefty bag of gold coins. "Here...this will buy you some new clothes and transportation back to the palace." Before she could protest he sighed, "I don't belong there...I'm too much of a freak. Besides I don't trust myself there, I'm afraid that I-" He broke off, too timid to admit that his father might have left some imprint on him that he was currently unaware of.

Damian flinched at her tone as she pushed the bag back towards him and then she left him, leaving him alone again. He told himself that it was for the best, but hearing her leave made his worry more pronounced. All he could think about was if she got hurt again, and that was the last thing he wanted. He sighed and forced himself to his feet, letting out a whistle as he did so. His pet falcon Horus landed on his outstretched arm, "Keep an eye on her." He instructed before releasing the bird into the air. His falcon could be his eyes as Damian was able to channel his magic through it to establish a connection of sorts. He carefully made his way through the forest, using his magic to locate Morgana's presence. She had gotten fairly far on her own, and Horus was observing her from up above.
Derek ran a hand through his hair, he had brought his hunting gear with him. He had a whole evening planned for himself. His eyes landed on a doe that was moving towards the lake for a drink. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bow, then just as he was about to let the arrow fly he saw a familiar figure appear. He cursed and lowered his bow before he straightened and approached her. His bow still had the arrow notched but he didn't care, "Well it's about time you showed up." He said dryly.

Derek smirked, not lowering his bow as he studied her thoughtfully. "Are you?" He asked after a moment. She looked like she had been through quite an ordeal, he'd have to thank whoever had been the one to give her that. "You look like shit...what happened to you?" He asked, honestly not caring about what she had gone through. Although he was curious about it and maybe if he faked concern good enough she'd fall for it and tell him everything. It wasn't hard to act like he was curious, as he really was...hmmm he could possibly shame her. If whatever had happened had been damaging enough, he could turn it to his advantage and make it so she'd have no choice but to marry him. Blackmail was fun...and Morgana was innocent enough that she'd no doubt be willing to do whatever it took for him to keep his silence. The very thought was amusing, he did like playing little mind games after all and even though she was an unfortunate product of incest she wasn't bad to look at. It wouldn't be difficult to perform his deed in the marriage bed, but he couldn't let her onto him.

Derek's face darkened considerably as she spoke, she had been planning to leave him. The thought angered him, and as soon as she was done with her story his hand whipped across smacking her. "So you would have shamed me?! What kind of idiot do you take me for? It's clear to me that you have feelings for your hopeless little brother, just like your disgusting parents had feelings for each other. Don't bother denying it, we both know it's true!" He spat, anger clear in his voice. His hand tightened on his bow and then he held up the arrow with his other hand. The pointed end he held close to her face, "You will marry me, and keep the news of your brother between us. The last thing I need is a usurper trying to take my throne!" He said moving the arrowhead to her cheek, digging the tip in just a little bit. "Step away from my sister." Derek's head whipped around to see Damian standing there. "And what are you going to do about it...cripple." He said a twisted smirk growing when he saw Damian's eyes.

Damian stepped forward in a rage as Derek moved to hit Morgana, catching his wrist just before he could slap her again. "I might be blind, but I really don't like it when people hurt her." He said darkly, his grip tightening on Derek's hand. His eyes had turned pitch black once again and then before Derek could react his energy started being drained from him. Yet the effort from having drained Jafar earlier on had taken it's toll on Damian and he staggered a little bit. His eyes starting to turn back to their normal hue before Derek straightened. "You're pathetic." Derek growled, slipping the arrowhead into Damian's side. Damian let out a gasp as he struggled to stay upright, "No..." he growled. Horus suddenly dove down and struck at Derek's eyes with his talons. "Get back beast!" Derek shouted, yanking another arrow from his quiver and nocking it to the string. Just as Horus arced into the air to attack him again, Derek let his arrow fly. Damian screamed in rage as Horus dropped out of sight, "What have you done?!" Damian was nearly sobbing at this point.

Damian shook his head, "No...Morgana no." He pleaded, not caring that he appeared even more pathetic. Derek smirked, "You'll come with me now...and as for your brother well he'll just have to fend for himself." He said and gripped her wrist as he dragged her along behind him, not caring that he was hurting her. Damian let out a choked sob as he heard Morgana being dragged away, he was so exhausted and hurt that he couldn't even find the strength to stand. He hadn't been able to protect her or Horus..his falcon was dead, the pet that he had raised ever since it was a hatchling. Horus had been a constant companion and Damian missed his presence now more then ever. And now Derek was taking Morgana away to be his bride...the whole thing made him feel sick to his stomach. Derek led Morgana all the way out of the forest, not stopping until they had cleared it. "Now is the time to act like you're a young woman in love Morgana. So wipe those tears away and start acting like it. Make it a good performance and I might not lay another hand on you." He ordered as he glared down at her.